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So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

I remember one day, oh, it made me so mad, so bloody mad... I was walking near Crescent Avenue and Killyer Road—heard that? K-i-l-l-y-e-r. The pavement echoed my frustrations. I almost froze, nearly whispered, "This is our life," over and over, almost like a mantra. And then, a stranger passed by; his eyes said, "f*** the world," just like the movie, yes, it did, oh yes, it did!

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